Page 13 of Sinful Obsession

Asmodeus chuckles as he moves back up to my lips, murmuring that he has more in store for me, that we’ll spend tonight together. His eyes soften, the molten red flickering like dying embers. He lowers me gently to the floor, his movements careful, reverent. His claws, sharper now than ever, trace along the arms, my body bare beneath his smoldering gaze.

He only gives me a few moments before surging forward, filling me like only he can. His tail whips around us before wrapping around the back of my thigh and slipping between my ass cheeks. A gasp tears from my throat as that muscle presses against my puckered hole, Asmodeus thrusting into my pussy at the same time. He uses my first release to ease the slide as he presses me open, swallowing my cries with another kiss.

I cling to his shoulders as he holds me, fucks me,loves me. He consumes me in ways I can’t explain until I’m shattering all over again, Asmodeus curling me tighter into his arms.

“Claiming you sometimes is never enough,” he whispers into my ear. He nibbles on the lobe, presses soft kisses along my jaw before moving farther down to suck on the mark he gave me. His hips are still moving, still trying to drag out another orgasm. A dry laugh falls from my lips as I squirm beneath him, Asmodeus gently grabbing my waist with those claws of his. “You’re really not scared of me, love?”

“How could I be? You’ve never pretended to be anyone else than the darkness in my room, a darkness that has wholly loved me for me. Why would I be scared of you when you show me your real form?”

God, he’s still moving.If he keeps rocking against me, I’m going to come again. The worst part is that I think he knows as I try to bite back a moan.

“Love, this isn’t my true form.”

“Then show me.”

“Someday. Right now, I’m going to enjoy every last bit of you. I’m going to make love to you. I’m going to make you fall apart until you’re pleading for me to stop. And then I’m going to hold you until I have to leave.”

I havenoproblems with that.

10 – Ewan

My mind is a mass of chaos as I head for our room just after dinner, Kaua a few steps behind me. The faint hum of the crackling fluorescent lights above us flicker incessantly, an annoying hum accompanied by the sudden bouts of darkness. Briarwood has always felt lifeless. I’ve seen the strongest minds break and crack beneath the gaslighting that the doctors subject us to everyday. They go from believing in who they are, to following whatever the orderlies require them to do. But that’s what they want.

To break us.

For me, Death is all I have.

And then there’s her.

I can’t stop thinking about her.

Most new patients crumble by the time they’re brought to their rooms. The doctors make sure of it. Orderlies bombard them with an onslaught of confusion—papers to sign, questions to answer, rules to think about. Then new orderlies takeover, enforcing their brand of cruelty, until the patient is too exhausted or scared to resist. By the time the doctor delivers the final blow—the news that there’s no way out, that someone out there wanted them gone for good—it’s usually too late for them to fight back.

Not to mention the pills they offer during dinner. Patients, at that point, willingly take them, no longer wanting to push against the inevitable.

Maybe the girl is different. Maybe she hasn’t broken yet. Maybe she’s curled up in bed right now, staring at the ceiling and trying to figure out her next move.

Or maybe I’m giving her too much credit.

Kaua steps into the room behind me, shutting the door with a quiet click. The air between us feels heavy, like it always does when I can’t focus, when my thoughts are spinning too fast for me to catch hold of them. I toss my jacket onto the edge of the bed and start poking around, searching for something to ground me.

“Ewan.”

Kaua’s voice is low and steady, a sound that rumbles through me and brings me back to reality. I glance over my shoulder to see him standing there, his broad frame silhouetted against the dim light. His arms are crossed, but his expression is soft, concerned,worried.I hate that look on him.

“It’s not usually this bad. What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” I lie, turning back to the bed. The downside of being Death is the curiosities. The need to understand how things work. How they are put together. Why they act like they do. My ultimate goal is to take that bit of life but in order to do so, I have to know how the wheels and cogs work in tandem. And when I can’t tinker or figure it out, the chaos becomes just a little too loud.

It’ll be a long night if I don’t get to see the new girl.

The floor creaks as Kaua steps closer, his presence suddenly behind me. I stand up straight, one of his thick arms wrapping around my stomach and pulling me back into his chest. “You’re a terrible liar,Death.” His chuckle rumbles through his chest and down my spine, making a beeline for my cock. He slowly walks me toward the wall before turning me around and casing me in. Kaua is one of the only people who can do this to me—disarm me, strip me of my defenses with nothing more than a touch.

He reaches up to caress my cheek, his thumb running across my lips as he waits for me to speak. “I can’t focus,” I finally admit.

“Because of the new girl?”

I don’t respond right away, but that’s answer enough. Kaua sighs, his hands falling to my waist with a firm grip. “You can’t figure out everyone, Ewan.”

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